What is this place?
Am I in heaven, or am I in hell?
The place I belong…
It’s cold in here.
Where are all the people?
That used to fight, right next to me.
What is this light?
Don’t call me insane…
Is no one in there?
who’s sharing my pain.
Where are my hands?
Did I loose them?
When the bombs landed right…
2x Right on their target, their target was me…
Is it too late now?
No more excuses.
Should I feel guilty?
Or should I feel proud?
Did I just do, what I’ve been made for?
Has god commanded this genocide?
Did I believe I could entitle myself,
to take all these lives and at last they took mine…
At last they took mine.
Has everything,
just vanished now,
and I’m just standing there,
counting crows.